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Excuse me.

Two tickets, please.

Two tickets.

Enjoy the show.

Hello.

Just one, please.

thank you.

Thank you.

Next please.

Give us a box
of matches, Bell.

Mrs. Paisley?

Oh, hello, Amelia.

Patrick.

Hello.

Congratulations, by the way.

Thank you.

Where is your fiancee?

Oh, he's just running late.

Amelia!

Belle.

You OK?

So good to see you.

How are you?

Cigarettes!

Popcorn!

Anyone?

Cigarettes!

Miss, just some mints.

Thanks.

Oh!

I'm sorry.

- There you are.
- Thanks.

That's kind of you.

Thanks very much.

Everyone, we need to
evacuate this area now.

Stay calm.

Make your way to
the nearest exit.

Adam?

Adam!

What's going on?

Paddy, help me.

Adam is in there.

Jesus.

Ah.

Is someone in there?

Yes, it's my projectionist.

It's locked.

Here, give me that.

You all right in there?

Hey, you all right?

He's-- he's not breathing.

I'll call the fire department.

Somebody get some [inaudible].

What's happening?

Paddy?

Adam?

Jean.

All is fine here.

But--

Right.

Charlie.

Hello, doc.

By the time I got there,
there was a little bit of smoke

coming from under the door.

How was the club?

Peaceful.

This is Adam Summers.

He was the projectionist here.

Yes.

Minimal burns.

Oh, goodness, a
lot of smoke, eh?

That's what they said.

I see they tried CPR.

Richard Tyler, this
is Doctor Lucian Blake.

Oh, Richard.

Mr. Tyler pulled Summers
out from the room.

Had to kick the door in.

He wasn't breathing
when I got him out.

Fair to say you took quite a
risk dragging him out of there.

Mr. Tyler is the
captain of the Adelaide

Metro fire station.

Calculated risk, really.

Still, couldn't save him.

Well, at least you tried.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Richard.

Well, cause of death,
smoke inhalation?

Asphyxiation.

I'll put a bottle
of scotch on it.

No, no.

I lost the last bet.

Come on, Lawson, Where's
your sense of adventure?

Yes, terrible.
- I'm sorry.

Where are my manners?

Hello again.

Richard Tyler.

Body mostly untouched by fire.

Small burns on the
back of the right hand.

Ember burns.

Sparks.

I'd say it was the
hand closest to the fire.

Yes.

What kind of job
is a projectionist?

Projectionist?

Well, he looks
after the machinery

that projects the images--

screens the pictures
at the cinema.

I've never been.

To the Rex?

Oh, you should go.

It's-- it's a
beautiful building.

No, I mean to the cinema.

Ever?

That's right.

Coloration indicates
carbon monoxide poisoning.

And smoke
inhalation, obviously.

Bruising on the chest
consistent with CPR.

And petechiae.

Petechiae?

Yes.

Rupturing of the
minor capillaries

of the eyes consistent with
applied force to the neck.

Yes, Thank you.

I know what it is.

You didn't check.

No visible trauma to the neck.

No bruising.

Did something fall on him?

Debris from the fire?

No.

Obviously, he was breathing
when the fire started.

Then why didn't
he get out of there?

Perhaps he was unconscious
when the fire started.

How?

Lawson.

You mind?

We're on a code 30.

Yes, well, I'm sorry to
interrupt your lunch.

But presence of soot and ash
in the windpipe and lungs,

presence of carbon
monoxide at fatal levels,

and bloods and tissue samples--

all indicators of asphyxiation
due to smoke inhalation.

What's this
subcutaneous bruising?

Well, underneath
the skin, there

was evidence of force having
been applied to the throat

over the carotid artery.

Enough force, it would seem, to
have rendered him unconscious.

Applied how?

Well, the pattern of
bruising suggests something--

something broad.

Perhaps a forearm, you see?

Like a chokehold.

Yes.

Maintained until he
lost consciousness.

How long did that last for?

Anything up to two minutes.

The point is this.

Someone was with him.

They knocked him out, and
they left him there to die.

You owe me a bottle of scotch.

Yes.

Davis, we're on a code 31.

I'm not familiar
with that one, sir.

Blake and I are
going to the pictures.

You can answer the phones.

Yes, I've already
started cleaning up.

I'll need you to keep
out of the projection

booth for the time being.

But I have to reopen.

Not until we say you can.

Why was the door locked?

It stops patrons barging
in during the screenings.

We used the sand
buckets to put it out.

There wasn't much actual
flame, just a lot of smoke.

Right.

Tell me, was Mr.
Summers a smoker?

Of course he was.

I warned him, though, don't
do it near the prints.

But that's not so much of
a problem these days, is it?

There might have been
some nitrate prints

stored with the others.

You kept nitrate
prints in here?

I'm-- I might have kept
some after the recall.

In this very room with
your smoking projectionist.

Thank you, Mr. Mclaren.

We'll call you if we need you.

Bloody hell.

Unbelievable.

What do you make of it?

Well, tiny room.

No windows.

No other exit.

If you close this door, the
room's as good as sealed.

The fire would
have burned up all

the oxygen pretty damn quickly.

Looks like cash,
receipts, and notes.

Let's think about this.

High heat.

Lots of smoke, especially
with that door closed.

Let me see.

Hm.

Acetate.

Smells like vinegar.

Yeah, I'll take
your word for it.

Yes.

And yet, that doesn't
smell like vinegar.

Odd.

Lawson, what's that rectangular
tin or whatever that is there?

Acetone.

Ah, smells the same.

Acetone is highly flammable.

Right, especially
when combined

with nitrate film stock.

This fire was deliberately lit.

Summers was alive
when the fire started.

Yes.

You go through the
foyer to get into here.

So?

Whoever did this bought a
ticket, or didn't have to.

Deliberately?

Who'd do a thing like that?

I'll need a list
of all your employees

that were working last night.

Bella the cigarette
girl, me, and Adam.

And a list of all the
patrons that you can remember.

Oh, it was a
pretty quiet session.

Slow sales.

20, 25 people.

That's all.

Is there anything else
I can help you with?

We'll let you know.

Why would he want to
kill his projectionist

and set a fire inside
his very own cinema?

I'll talk to a few more
people, then I'll bring him in.

Hey.

How much in the film
did you miss last night?

Oh, I didn't see
much of it really.

No great loss.

It wasn't the usual
Jimmy Stewart film.

It was-- oh, your
friend Amelia was

there with her brother Patrick.

Such a lovely boy.

And he's so good to his sister.

I suppose he'll be there
tomorrow night at the party.

Yeah, I'm not listening.

Lucian, are you going
to join us anytime soon?

Not very airtight, is it?

Is that a good thing?

Well, not if you want
to asphyxiate someone.

I'll keep that in mind.

Jean, how many people were
in the cinema would you say?

I have no idea, but
it was jam packed.

Really?

That's not what
the manager said.

How's the study guide?

It's interesting,
even if certain people

are more intent on matchmaking.

I'm allowed to
make suggestions.

What?

Patrick York.

Jean's hopeful for me.

Oh, yes, isn't
he that lovely chap

who helped break the door down?

See?

Thank you, both of you.

But I am fine.

I'll get that.

Oh, Mattie.

Dr. Blake's residence.

- Not interested, eh?
- Oh.

- Don't do that.
- Can you--

I just need to take
this in another room.

I have essays
that need attention.

He seems like a
perfectly lovely chap.

Excuse me.

I'm just going to take
that in the study.

It's all right.

Mattie, you listen to me.

You don't have to
work all the time.

Well, I'll remember
that next time I see

you at your desk at 2:00 AM.

Touche.

Well, I can have
dinner on the table at 6:00.

And then, we-- well, that
depends if he's here.

I don't think he's
going to [inaudible]...

It all depends on
what he wants to do.

So really, I don't--

I don't need to ask permission.

But I can probably say 6:30.

Busy day, eh?

Yeah, been interviewing
people all morning

who were at the pictures.

Mr. York, Mr. Foster, Amelia.

Please, take any seat you can.

Amelia, pleased to not have
seen you in here recently.

Yes, I've settled down
some then, superintendent.

Glad to hear it.

We've already
given a statement.

We just want to go
over some details.

Name.

Bella Stapleton.

22 Peel Street North.

Policemen are getting
more handsome every day.

Occupation.

I sell cigarettes and
popcorn at the Rex cinema.

Other odd jobs.

Whatever Mr. Mclaren wants.

And roughly how many
patrons were in the auditorium

yesterday?

The place was full.

Did you see anyone leave their
seats during the screening?

No.

A few people.

I went to the toilet.

I went out to
look for Vincent.

I was running late.

I missed the film entirely.

Got there when all the
action was happening.

Did you see anyone
else in the foyer?

Just the other patrons.

Miles, the manager.

What was he doing?

Gypping people probably.

Patrick.

I did some carpentry
work for him a month ago.

Still hasn't paid me.

And I've only just gotten
my business out of the red.

Miles hated Adam.

They were always fighting.

What about?

Lots of things.

Miles was tight.

Adam was sleazy.

Sleazy?

How?

He just was.

What sort of work
did you do for him?

Repairs, joinery.

I built the door We
had to break down.

The door to the
projection booth?

Nothing wrong
with the old door.

But Miles wanted a
door that sealed.

Did you hear any
of their arguments?

A lot of them.

But there was one
a few weeks ago.

Adam was showing movies to
his friends after hours.

Right.

We had someone yell fire.

We could see it in the booth,
so we ran out to the foyer.

What was Mr. Mclaren doing?

Not much.

He's pretty useless, really.

We were lucky the
other bloke came along.

He was the one who
broke the door down.

You said
the door was locked.

Yes.

But wouldn't Mr.
Mclaren have a key?

I would have thought so.

Thank you.

That will be all.

Anything else, Miss Stapleton?

I don't think so.

Well, thank you.

You can go.

You know, wouldn't hurt
you to smile once in a while.

Go back and speak
to the manager.

There's been some discrepancies
in what he's been telling us.

Take the doctor with you.

Yes, sir.

She was an
attractive young woman.

I'm surprised you
didn't ask her out.

Like I said, it was a
pretty quiet day yesterday.

You can see from
the ticket sales.

Must make it hard
to earn a living.

Sure does.

Any chance you might have
recognized some of the, what,

20 people who you
sold tickets to?

We're keen to see
everyone who was here.

No one comes to mind.

Really?

No regulars.

I'm pretty busy on a workday.

It must be tough losing a
worker like Adam Summers.

Yeah, he was a great bloke.

Good worker?

Not bad at all.

Despite the fact that
he brought his mates

in for private showings,
which really pissed you off,

didn't it, Mr. Mclaren?

You find anything?

No.

No, I didn't.

How did you get on
with the manager?

Well, he's helping
us with our inquiries.

He sells tickets,
doesn't tear up the stub,

then resells the ticket
for the next customer.

He's robbing the distributor
then falsifying the records.

What about Summers?

A lot of arguments.

Summers was screening films
for his mates after hours.

Mclaren objected, then got a
new door fitted for the booth.

He's in the interview room now.

I'll join you.

Sir.

I didn't
mind the first time.

Lawson, Charlie, a quick word?

Take a seat.

We'll be with you in a moment.

What?

Summers lived at
9 Earlinson Avenue.

Why would he have a four poster
wrought iron bed delivered

Ealing Estate, Wicklow Drive?

Ealing estate?

Yes, I found that receipt
and this note in his wallet.

Look here.

Ed.

The Tyneman family
own Ealing Estate.

And Patrick has
a son named Edward.

Charlie, any sign
of a four poster

wrought iron bed when
you search Summers' flat?

No, it was a single bed.

He had an old camera
and some movie posters.

I mean, the place was tiny.

All right, we'll talk to
Edward Tyneman tomorrow.

But this note details an
event happening tonight.

Tomorrow.

I'll ask him how
he knows Summers.

You leave Tyneman alone.

Scout's honor.

Not much of a scout then.

Truth is I never joined.

Every other room's a mess.

But this one's been
decorated and swept clean.

Just this room?

No one's lived here for decades.

You said the place
belonged to Tyneman.

His great
grandfather built it.

Then Patrick's father
built closer into town.

What do you make of this?

Someone's been held here.

I'll get the boys to
search the property,

then I'll talk to
Patrick tomorrow.

Sir, the mail's not
addressed to Patrick Tyneman.

It's addressed to
Edward Tyneman.

Looks like he's
the official owner.

And there is that
thing at the Carrying

Bush tonight organized by Ed,
which Summers was invited to.

Well, unlike you, I don't have
a direct line to the Tynemans.

We'll make sure no one
else is at risk here,

and then I'll talk
to Patrick tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

O'Brien.

Davis.

Where are you going?

To a hen's night.

I'm not sure you're invited.

Whose hens night?

Amelia York and
Vincent Foster.

You don't know them.

What, men and women together?

It is the 50s.

Yeah, different rooms.

Hey, O'Brien, what
does Edward Tyneman

have to do with all this?

He's Vincent's best friend.

Is there anything else?

Have a great night.

I will.

- Mattie!
- Oh, my god.

- You made it.
- Only just.

Muah!

Muah!

Only just.

You OK?

You need a drink, darling.

And you are thirsty I'm sure.

Will!

Will, three please.

Thank you.

OK, maybe just the one.

Oh, Amelia, it
is a hen's night.

And you are the hen, darling.

To Amelia and Vincent.

No, no no.

You are finishing that.

And then, we're
getting you another.

And another.

Oh, sweetie, you've
become such a

bore since you've met Vincent.

must be love.

Yeah, it is.

Well, then good for you.

Suppose
I should sell it, really.

It's nice up in the
air in the hills.

Oh, I
can imagine it is.

Oh, I've never been to
Adelaide, but I have seen them--

I've seen the odd postcard.

And it looks rather hot to me.

Got to watch out
for the bushfires, of course.

Yes, I can imagine.

Oh, Lucian.

Oh, I didn't think you
were here for dinner.

- Change of plans.
- Doctor.

- It's--
- Richard.

Of course.

Excuse me for
making myself at home.

Jean promised me
you wouldn't mind.

Not at all.

So, Richard, tell me,
how do you know Jean?

I dropped my wallet when
we were at the pictures.

And Jean came to my rescue.

Oh, hardly.

And we talked a
bit after the fire.

Richard's from Adelaide.

I had family here
until recently.

I see.

Who?

My brother Henry
and his daughter.

Is that who you stay with?

Henry passed some months back.

And after that, his daughter,
my niece, Rebecca, moved away.

Oh, I'm so sorry
about your brother.

Richard, you mind terribly
if I ask you a couple

of questions about that fire?

Oh, Lucian, no.

No, it's all right.

Of course.

It appears it was
deliberately lit

using acetone as an accelerant.

Acetone is highly flammable.

And fairly toxic, yes.

In a small room,
especially if it's airtight.

That's horrible.

Yes, it is.

Yes, it is.

What did you want to know?

Well, how long would
it take for a small room

like that to run out of oxygen?

Depends on the fire.

Small room like
that, two minutes.

Maybe less.

It also depends on
what there is to burn.

Right.

Do-- well, I'll leave you to it.

Thank you.

Doctor, if there's
anything else about the fire

I can help you with.
- Thank you.

And please, it's Lucian.

Thank you, Lucian.

Good night.

Good night.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Now, I know it's
traditional to wish the groom

luck on throwing his life away.

And we do.

We wish him luck.

He's going to need it.

I mean, we tried to warn
him, but he wouldn't listen.

So to Vincent, you idiot.

Congratulations.

Thanks, Edward.

Kind words.

Just go easy on these.

Not like the last time.

Apparently the
bride is celebrating

her hen's party next door.

Yeah, that's right.

Yeah.

Are you sure
that's a good idea?

If it was my party,
I wouldn't want

the missus anywhere near it.

,

Well, there's a back room in
case anything gets too messy.

Really?

I had some entertainment
planned, but it fell through.

You organized all this?

I

Just threw some of
dad's money at it.

Well, my father would supervise.

And you are?

A ring-in, obviously.

The name's Charles.

Edward Tyneman.

Vincent seems happy.

Yeah, well, he's
in love apparently.

She's beneath him.

Drink, Charles?

That would be great.

Mrs. Vincent Foster.

I know.

Mrs. Vincent Foster.

He's only the richest
young man in Ballarat.

Hey, Bella, be nice.

You know that's not
why I'm marrying him.

Paddy must be so relieved
to have you off his hands.

No, he's happy for me.

Speaking of Paddy--

Don't.

All right.

She is married to her work.

She's happy.

I've been fending off
Jean as well, you know.

Ever since that
fire when Paddy made

such a hero of himself trying
to save the projectionist.

What?

Well, let's just say that's
one person we won't be missing.

More shandies?

I'm telling you, once it's
your turn, you will find one.

And then, I will
be your best man.

I will be your best man.

Rather curious,
aren't you, Charles?

Hey.

I've checked, and no
one he seems to know you.

Or your father.

So why are you here?

That's a 16 mil projector.

Oh, are you a fan?

Are you?

How did you know Adam Summers?

I'll go now, shall I?

How have you been, Charles?

Right this way, please.

My father sends his
regards, superintendent.

Shall I just sit here?

Council documents
show that you

are the owner of Ealing estate.

Is this correct?

Yes.

Records show that
your father gifted you

the property three years ago.

When was the last
time you were there?

A year ago.

Exactly one year ago?

Pretty much.

Who maintains the
property if you don't?

Have you seen
it, superintendent?

There have been some
changes made recently.

Some furniture delivered.

A wrought iron bed was
installed upstairs.

Squatters, clearly.

Adam Summers was
a projectionist

at the Rex cinema.

He was murdered two days ago.

Did you know Adam Summers?

No.

And yet, he had furniture
delivered to your property.

As I said, squatters.

We found a note on him.

Carrying Bush Hotel, 8:00 PM.

Ed.

You organized the
joint backs of hens

night at the Carrying
Bush Hotel last night.

Your name's Ed.

It's Edward.

There's a difference.

So maybe you should
ask someone else.

I've been helpful today.

But if you want to
speak to me again,

you'll be dealing with
the family lawyer.

Well, I think Charlie might
be on the right track here.

You still holding the manager?

Mm.

Good.

I'd like to have another look
at that projection booth.

You mind if I take Charlie?

What are you looking for?

The question we've
been asking is,

why would someone kill Summers?

And we have absolutely no idea.

Perhaps the better
question would be,

why would someone light a fire?

So, doc, what
are you thinking?

I don't know.

I just-- I just don't know.

Charlie, you've just put a
chokehold on Summers, yes?

How did I get in?

Well, say you're the
manager of the cinema

and you've got a key.

Or-- or just maybe I'm Edward
Tyneman and Summers knows me.

You be careful.

You're starting
to sound like me.

Now, you argue, or you don't.

Be with me for a
second, would you?

But somehow-- somehow you manage
to get a chokehold on him, yes?

And you maintain that hold
until he's unconscious.

All right.

All right, so I'm strong.

But you have
barely two minutes--

two minutes to start a fire.

Well, why don't
I just kill him?

Maybe that's not
your intention.

What, so I just want
to burn the place down?

Ah, but this door--

this door closes,
sealing the room.

And the fire smolders down.

Maybe I don't get that.

Maybe you do.

Maybe you do.

But why?

Why do you do it here?

Well, because nitrate burns
like nothing else on earth.

That's why.

What?

This film-- this
is 16 millimeter.

Normally, film used for general
exhibition is 35 millimeter.

There seems to be a lot of
this 16 millimeter stuff here.

Edward Tyneman, he had
a 16 mil film projector

at that party last night.

Are you sure Mrs.
Beazley won't mind?

She's used to
me making a mess.

Not quite what I meant.

Mattie!

Have you ever
edited film before?

Can't say that I have.

Well, this was amongst the
film stock at the cinema.

It's 16 millimeter
not meant to be there.

So we're going to
clean it, we're

going to cut away
the damage, and we're

going to stick it together.

With what?

Sticky tape.

Why?

Well, because
we're out of ideas.

All right.

You keep up a fair pace.

Yes, well, I have
to around here.

Oh, cup of tea, Richard?

Lovely.

Lucian?

In here.

What's through those doors?

It's his mother's
room apparently.

He keeps it locked.

Don't even think
about it, Charlie.

Oh, what's going on?

Film from the fire.

Managed to splice it together.

Evidence.

Is that-- that's the
room in Tyneman's house.

Yes.

Bloody Tynemans.

Edward this time, not Patrick.

The son of the
local businessman.

That's a-- a girl.

What's she doing?

Oh, Lucian.

Jean.

Jean.

Jean.

- What the devil?
- Richard.

Richard, please.

Mattie, are you all right?

What is it?

The birth mark.

I know who that is.

Please.

Thanks for coming in, Amelia.

Take a seat over here.

I'm afraid-- I'm afraid what
I have to tell you is going

to come as unwelcome news.

With this investigation
into Mr. Summers' death,

some 16 millimeter film was
found in the projection booth.

Now, it was damaged somewhat,
but we managed to piece it

together and view it.

It was pornographic.

And you were in it.

Does Mattie know?

I'm afraid so.

Tell me, how did this happen?

After my parents died, I
really went off the rails.

My brother was
always there for me.

What does Paddy
have to do with this?

He borrowed some money
to start a business,

but then he couldn't pay back.

I see.

Who did he borrow money from?

Edward Tyneman?

He said that I could pay
back all of Paddy's debts

if I let him film me.

Of course.

When was this?

About six months ago.

I hadn't met Vincent yet.

And does Paddy-- does
he know about his?

He found out.

Men started-- he was so angry.

I wasn't the only one.

There are other films.

Other girls.

I'm so sorry.

Amelia.

I feel so dirty.

Well, you're not.

Not at all.

Just promise me you
won't tell Vincent.

How is she?

Well, she's feeling ashamed.

You know, she's never
going to talk to me again

because I saw her doing that.

Listen, you did
the right thing.

Terrible Jean.

Trying to pay off
her brother's debts.

Poor girl.

Yes.

Thank you.

And by the way, I'm sorry
Richard had to see that.

Are you fond of him?

Let's not talk about
Richard like this.

Are you fond of him?

Because if you are,
you have my blessing.

Well, thank you.

I'm so grateful.

Why don't you organize the
reception while you're at it?

You know, I'm not
a fool, Lucian.

I don't just fall head
over heels for any man who

who pays me some attention.

Jean, I was just--

Richard is a
very charming man.

But after he saw that film, he
followed me into the garden,

he got angry, and
he shouted at me.

I'm sorry.

I had no idea.

Yes, so thank you
for your blessings.

But this time I'll pass.

Tyneman's lawyer
denies everything.

Threatened legal action.

Can he do that?

Well, he can make
life difficult.

You think Miss York will
go on record against him?

No.

No, it'll destroy her.

Constable.

What do you think?

About the brother?

Certainly plenty of motive.

But why didn't he go
straight after it with Tyneman.

Well, perhaps he was next on
the list after he killed Adam.

He was set about
destroying the film.

What about the manager?

No, small time fraud, perhaps.

But this is different.

Are we certain the
fiancee doesn't know?

Amelia begged me
not to tell him.

She did say, however,
there were other girls.

Probably worth
tracking them down.

Not that they're
likely to come forward.

Lucian.

Richard.

So this is where you work?

Well, when I'm
not in surgery, yes.

Something I can do for you?

Jean said you'd be here.

I wanted to apologize
to both of you.

I lost my temper.

No need to apologize.

Well, that sort of thing, it's
the worst kind of exploitation.

Young women.

It's the worst.

I certainly hope
those responsible

are caught and punished.

But that's still no excuse.

I shouldn't have lost my temper.

Well, no harm done, I'm sure.

Now listen, how long
you in town for?

I'm not sure.

There are some family
matters to attend to.

Right, I understand.

Thanks, Lucian.

Now listen, dinner
sometime, yes?

- I'd love to.
- Good.

See you.

Richard.

Lucian.

Get out of here, Lucian, please.

Just go.

Let me--

And what do I tell Jean?

That I just left you here?

Richard, come on, you weren't
planning to die tonight.

I don't know I wasn't.

Please.

Please, I'm asking you, don't--

don't do it.

They told her no
one else would see it.

But they traveled up and down
the country showing everyone.

My brother went into
his local, and saw

his daughter doing that.

While all the other drinkers
stood around cheering.

You've got family?

Yes.

Well, then, understand
I had to do something.

Henry's health was never good.

That as good as killed him.

Sweet Rebecca dropped
a bundle after that.

Where is she now?

Mayday Hills.

Committed.

Six months ago.

Said she couldn't bear
the thought of her father

knowing the bastard
responsible inherits this.

He doesn't bloody deserve it.

No, he does not.

So what are you
going to do now?

I'm going to stay with you
and wait until you're ready.

And then, together,
we'll walk out of here.

And I'll drive you
back into town.

You're going to let me go?

Then why should I come with you?

Because you are a
decent man, Richard.

You are.

A decent man in spite
of what you've done.

Adam Summers wouldn't
have thought so.

Look, I think you
might be right.

Jean would expect you to
accompany me back to town.

Really?

Even now?

Oh, yes.

Well, I better not
disappoint her then.

The bloke who did this,
they won't get away with it.

I promise you that.

Anything you want to
tell us Mr. Tyneman?

I've already warned
you, Mr. Lawson.

My lawyer will be here soon.

The courts recognize
early guilty pleas.

Then I'll accept nothing
less than a full apology.

Fair enough.

Constable found something
interesting when I

was going through the footage.

Stop there.

There in the mirror.

Extortion.

False imprisonment.

The producing of
pictures or of a film

of an indecent, obscene,
or disgusting nature.

Is this your doing?

Is this your doing?

Dad.

Patrick.

I understand my family
lawyer was being contacted.

So I believe.

I'm calling him off.

You're on your own.

What?

This is not the way our
family conducts itself.

You have forced a young
woman to prostitute herself.

And you filmed it for
your own pleasure.

It was for money.

It's disgusting.

And it's illegal.

Well that's never
stopped you before.

You're a disgrace.

I apologize for wasting
police resources.

Charge him.

Dad.

Dad!

Dad!

You OK?

Let's go.

Sorry, can I ask,
does my fiancee

have to know about this?

He won't hear it
from us, Miss York.

Thank you.

But you might still
consider telling him.

I understand he loves you.

Might be worth trusting that.

So.

Haven't you got
some paperwork to do?

Yes.

He'll get there.

Don't tell me
you've just washed

the sheet we used as a screen.

It was already clean.

Well, it's cleaner now.

He was a good man, Richard.

Mostly.

There was just something--

Yes, something.

Very sad about him.

The same can be said
of a lot of people.

Yes, but we don't all light
fires and kill people, do we?

No.

No, we don't.

Jean, I am so sorry
I offended you.

I'll never give you
my blessing again.

Oh, just as well.

Pass me another towel.

Thank you.

You're welcome.